YMBlogs ~ young mommies' voices!

I remember myself at 9 or 10 years old, stick thin, standing in front of the mirror with my swim suit on and water balloons stuffed in the top. Even then I loved just the idea of it. One day I would be showing off my womanly shape that I was certain would come with time. As the years passed and I grew, I began to realized that the voluptuous shape I had been infatuated with would never be my reality, at least not naturally.

Before the birth of my first son I was a small B cup. Nothing tiny, but nothing large either. Right after his birth I was a full D. I was fortunate enough to lose my baby weight very quickly after he was born, and I was left with the figure I had always dreamed of…up untill I stopped nursing of course. This story is also true for what happened with my second son, but once I stopped nursing instead of the B cup I was before, I was left with hardly an A. Looking completely deflated, and certainly not looking like a 20 year old typically would. So there I was again, standing in front the mirror, looking far to similar to 10 years earlier, only this time I wasn’t a child, I was a woman, but I certainly didn’t look like one.

With a life long wish for curves that started before I can remember, and 2 beautiful child later, here I am, three days away from my surgery consultation. I would love to say that I am prepared, but I am honestly very nervous, even after countless late nights of research and conversations with my husband that lasted hours. Don’t get me wrong, I am also incredibly excited. I feel like a child waiting to open presents on Christmas morning, giddy with excitement and anxious to see what is to come.